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Splashing-sploshing the mud in puddles.
I will name what I made, muddles!
Run and jump my feet go splishy.
Bare toes feel good, squashy-squishy.
Uh oh, muddles frickled my new pants!
I wiped it worse ‘cause it’s on my hands!
Dripsy-dropsy EVERY place!
It’s in my hair! It’s on my face!
It’s on my shirt, and there, and THERE!
Muddles got me everywhere!
Muddles bubbles in my smell.
Is it in both holes? I just can’t tell,
but every twirl I go, it goes!
Ewww, here comes Mommy with the hose.
Mommy said just LOOK at me!
I can’t, cause muddles got in my see,
but there isn’t muddles in my ears,
and Mommy’s yells fill up my hears!
Now dripples are raining down, oh well,
it’s raining muddles off my smell.
My poor muddles. Now they’re moosh.
I slippered and sat right in the goosh.
Hose raining muddles off my thumb,
raining muddles from on my bum,
now there’s nowhere muddles stayed,
‘cause the dripples made it go away.
I can’t play now, or here OR there
‘cause I’m in a corner on a chair,
and Mommy’s washing ALL my clothes.
She said why MUDDLES? I’ll NEVER know!
Would I still be in all this trouble
if I named it something else, not muddles?
C.J. Heck
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